ArShi SS : 'Kusi' Link to Thread 2 on PG 1 - Page 9

ur story is awesome which language do khushi understand Chinese?

haha very different and cute

awesome concept

Lovely update
Desperately waiting for the next update

beautiful start .waiting to read next.

Part 2

Something soft feathered from his cheek to his forehead, and the two slender hand flashed in front of his closed eyes lids-- The two slender, milky, silk-like hands. A soft moan escaped his mouth as he felt a sweet, soft pressure rest on his chest. The tantalizing movement of her chest flashed next, setting his body on sudden fire. Next came a warm softness to rest of his lips, and without a wait, those quivering plump lips came dancing in front of his closed eyelids. He dragged a breath in, and immediately condemned everything. The odor didn't bring anything along with it. He had breathed jasmine in her presence, a sweet jasmine which he can very much relate to the tiny, fragile, beautiful, alluring figure of her. But now it was something else. It was ... it was rich .. too strong ... and it was.. lavender?

His eyes jerk opened and the figure hovering over him went flying to the floor with the force he applied to jerk it off him.

"Jesus! You Devil!" she hissed, lying on the floor , rubbing her butt over the soft material of her dress.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" his features hard and merciless, and voice equally complementing the outer feature.

She stood up on her two feet, her sky blue eyes glaring at him. Curls of her blonde hair bounced on her shoulder as she came and stood in front of him, her hands on her hip." What do you mean by that?"But soon a teasing smile replaced her twisted lips. Swaying her hips, she walked and sat in front of him. "It's been so long I saw you.." she said, her voice soft, eyes taking its fill. "I missed you ... did you miss me?" she asked, her possessive hands coming to hold his collar and pull him to her. "or not?"

Catching hold of her hand, he jerked it away and stood off the bed. "Living in a wonderful and far-away-from-truth- bubble, are we?" He turned over his shoulder to look at the figure sitting on his bed.

The same figure sagged against his bed and pulled her hands behind her head, in the process thrusting her chest out a little. "Yes , my Lord. " she gave a long look at him and then catching his curious gaze, she said. "As if your bubble is of solid concrete, and very much in touch with reality, is it , my Lord?" the teasing smile was back again, very much similar to that of beautiful alluring witches.

Arnav closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Jennifer Mathews, his Baron, Henry Mathews's only vicious and witty daughter. May be this vicious and witty nature of her had drawn him to her, but what has made her ridiculously obsessed with him, he is still left to find an answer to that. He is as rude as he can get with her, as wild and animal as he can get with any woman with her. But still she follows him everywhere like an obsessed lover. And it irritates the hell out of him. All he wants from her is that beautiful and voluptuous body of hers, and nothing else. But the other things she tries to force on him had now become too hard to deal with. And now he don't think he can tolerate her obsession just for that body of hers.

"Where are you lost , my Lord?" Her soft, but sharp voice forced him to open his eyes and turn to look at her. Thinking for few seconds, he walked towards her and pulled her off his bed to make her stand in front of him.

"See Jenny, I don't know what do you think of the relationship we share , but for me you are nothing but a woman who is ready to give her body to me , and I take it willingly. Nothing more, nothing less. And now after all the times we have shared exploring each other, I don't think there's anything left much to know. Do you understand me?" Arnav asked, his hard gaze fixed on her still face.

And after few moments of utter silence, she spoke.

"It's because of her, isn't it?" Jennifer Mathews asked.

"Whom?" The Duke asked confused.

"Her. Your wife, the chit of your wife, that tiny little thing. You are waving me off because of her, aren't you? Is she more beautiful than me?" Her hands again went to his collar, her eyes blazing fire at him.

Catching her chin in a firm grip, he made her gaze fix at him, not wanting her to miss a word of what he was about to say.

"My chit of a wife, that tiny little thing, is none of your concern. Whatever decisions I take, is not influenced by anyone, I guess you must know this about your Duke. And my wife is your Duchess, address her with respect." His each words coming out crisp and clear, eyes not giving away any emotion but remained cold and unwelcoming. "She is not any next women lying on my bed...," he lifted her chin an inch more, wanting her to know what exactly he thinks of her. "...But you are. Got it, Jennifer Mathews?" he left her chin with a jerk. "So when I say it's over, it is over. And sparing yourself the humiliation, you should walk away quietly without questioning me."

Jennifer Mathews held her head high, staring at the Duke for few moments before turning and walking out of the room, the controlled tears stinging her eyes. She will not cry, she needs to treasure this humiliation. And treasure she will! So that when it's her turn, she can return the favor tenfold.

Arnav saw her leaving his room. He knows she will not stay quiet for long, that much he knows for sure. She was a beautiful witch. A witch, who can do anything if someone tries to threaten her territory, and for now, she had made him her territory.

Walking towards the door, he bolted the door and headed towards the bathroom, when a soft knock halted his steps. He turned to look at the other door in his room, and the knock resounded again. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, groaning loudly. No, not again! This morning can't turn more annoying. Loosening the buttons of his satin waistcoat, he tossed it on his bed. Just in his knee breeches and a white shirt tucked inside in his breeches from his midsection, he reached the door in few quick steps and pushed the door open.

He looked down from his 6 feet height at his wife, who was barely reaching till his chest. In the same cloth from last night, she stood in front of him, her head hung down.

"Need ..something?" Arnav asked patiently. And saw her nodding her downcast head. "What?" he asked.

"Snan Ghar... Hume snan lena hai ..."

"What?!" he asked loudly and saw her taking few steps back, afraid.

"Woh ...woh ...bath ... I bath ..." she stammered.

"There's a bathroom ...in your room,... what else... do you need ...for your bath?" Arnav asked, now his patience wavering. Are they going to communicate like this all their life? Lord help him!

"Woh...Woh..."

He looked down at her stammering. He gauged she wanted to say something, but wasn't getting the exact words to covey it. And then those two warmest brown lifted at him, innocent and unsure just like a new born baby. A soft ticklish touch followed next, making him uncertain of everything for a moment. He looked down at his right hand, which was now held in her soft hand. He felt a light tug and like a moth drawn towards flames, he followed her in a daze.

"This ... This ... how bath?"

He found himself inside the bathroom. A huge bathtub placed in one corner, all the toilettes arranged neatly in the shelves at the right. What else she needs? He looked down at her, confused.

"What ...do ..you ...want? ...Everything ...is ..here... already... " Arnav said, to which she again lifted her confused and uncertain eyes. And then his mind went to the time he had spent at her place in India. There they were not having bathtubs in their bathroom, but instead a big metallic bucket to take bath. He too, confused, had asked a servant how to use it to take bath, and he had explained him how to draw water from the bucket using a vessel and take his bath.

He looked down at her, who was staring at the bathtub with her curious and wonder filled eyes. She was like a blank paper, a virgin white paper. On which he can write anything he pleases and she will not even know whatever he has written is right or wrong. She will just listen to him, trusting him on everything he says, without questioning him back. What an utterly vulnerable state she was in. And with this thought, a never felt before emotion washed over him. Her family had sent her to a completely new world with a person who is nothing but a stranger to them, trusting him to look after her. She is his responsibility now. He is responsible for her. She and her family expect him to take care of her, look after her, help her adjust in this new world. Responsibility! And he felt it, he felt his responsibility.

"How ... how bath?" she asked again, breaking his reverie.

Nodding his head at her, he lifted his finger, pointing at the bathtub. "You...see... that... it's called... name ...its name is bathtub ... Understood?" Arnav asked, his voice soft now.

"Bath...tub ... understood ... bathtub ..." she nodded her head, looking at the bathtub.

"Great. It has water ... Water ..."

"Water...paani ...yes..." she again nodded seeing the water in the bathtub.

"Good... now.." he looked down at her. "remove your clothes ... remove ...and go inside ... and take your bath ...understood?" He asked, his gaze fixed at her. As soon as he finished his words, he saw her eyes going wide with amusement, then she looked at the bathtub, then returning back to look at herself, and then again lifting her gaze at him.

She nodded her head slowly. "Understood."

Arnav took a sigh of relief. "Good. Now ...go... take your bath ... I ...will go ..and take mine ... then ..we ...will...go ..down ...to ..have... our... breakfast ... understood?"

"Understood.." she again nodded her head.

"Good. ..." giving a last look at her, he turned on his heel to leave the bathroom , but stopped as he heard her.

"No...No ..wait ..."

He turned to look at her. "What?"

"Humare kapde ... my ... cloth ..." she bunched her ghagra in her tiny fist to convey her words more clearly.

"Your clothes? Its...there ..in your ..trunk , right?" Arnav asked.

"Right ... right ... But ... too high... too high ..." she went and stood near bathroom's door and pointed at the almost 5 feet high metallic trunk placed in the right corner of the room.

"My cloth .. in there ... Too high ... no reach .."

Arnav nodded his head understandingly and marched passed her to reach the large trunk. Opening the trunk, he looked inside to be blinded my myriads of colors. "Ok... So ...what ..do ...you ...need?" he asked, his head peeking inside the trunk.

"One choli... One Ghagra...one chunnari ..." Khushi replied.

"What?" Arnav turned his head to look at her, not understanding a thing.

"Ohh... choli ..." she caught her chunnari and cleared it little from her front to catch the neckline of her choli. "Choli .." she showed to him.

Arnav gulped and hurriedly took his eyes off her choli'. Looking inside the trunk, he tried to find any choli'.

"Red ..red coli..." Khushi tabbed on his arms to draw his attention.

Arnav looked down at her and nodded his head. "Ok.." and finally finding a red choli, he picked it and handed her.

"Now ...chunnari ..." she caught her chunnari and showed him. "Red ..."

Rummaging through the various clothes, he found a red chunnari and again handed her.

"Now Ghagra .." she pointed at the ghagra she was wearing.

Finding a red Ghagra soon, he handed her.

"Done?" he asked.

"No ... Hmm... one ... hmm... paper ... paper ... small paper ..folded ... " she made some action with her hand.

Arnav looked inside the trunk to soon find something packed in brown paper. Picking it , he took it out of the trunk. "This?"

"Yes ...yes... " she hurriedly took the packet from his hand. "Dhanyavad... Thank ..you ..." she passed a hesitant smile at him.

Arnav nodded his head, acknowledging her gratitude. "Go .. now .."

"Ji ..." she nodded her head and turned to go inside the bathroom.

Arnav stood there looking at the closed door of her bathroom, to make sure she has settled down fine. Not hearing anything from her, he turned and entered his room to take his own bath.

Arnav came out, all fresh. In dark peach knee breeches, black shirt tucked under it, he strode towards his wardrobe to extract his waistcoat and coat. Examining his waist coat for few seconds, he threw it back in the cupboard and just taking his coat, he closed the cupboard. Wearing the coat, he walked towards the door of her room, and knocked two times.

"Kusi?" he called. Not getting any reply from inside, he caught the door knob and pushed the door open.

"Kusi." He called again, looking for her in the room. "Kus.." he started again, but stopped as he heard that sound. Walking near the bathroom, he leaned near the door. And the giggling sound was back again, followed by some splashing sound, as if someone hitting his hand on water. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he stood straight, shaking his head. "Child .." She is playing in there. "Kusi!" he called little louder this time, and soon silence prevailed the surrounding, no sound at all!

"J..i...Ji.."

He heard her stammer.

"Are you ready? Ready?" Arnav asked, very well knowing she is not.

"Ready ..no ..no...wait .." Khushi stood and came out of the bathtub, the water dripping from her shiny skin and making a small puddle near her feet. She turned to look at the bathtub, a sad look grazing her face. She wanted to spend more time in there. She had seen her maids and friends taking bath in lakes and rivers, but her Nani-maa had always refused her whenever she had asked her if she can to do the same. And this huge bathtub was no less than some small pond. And she was enjoying the warm water surrounding her from all side.

She turned to look at the door. But her husband was calling her, she needs to go out. And soon a small knowing smile bloomed on her lips. She can get up early tomorrow and spend as much time as she want in there. With that happy thought, she took her clothes and started wearing it.

Arnav stood outside, waiting. He don't know from where comes the patience when he needs it in her case. But it does, and he feels himself not being his usual self in her presence. The soft voice of her doesn't allow him to raise his voice at her. The scared little thing she becomes in his presence doesn't allows him to frighten her more by showing his customary self. Those curious, wonder-filled eyes serve him the patience to answer her every question, and erase that lost look from her sweet face. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. It's because she is his responsibility. Nothing else. He told his heart.

A soft tickling sound reached his ear and he opened his eyes only to forget how to draw the next breath. She stood in front of him like a freshly bloomed red rose bathed in a sweet rain. Her sweet , innocent face so fresh and flushed. A tinge of red on her hair parting enhancing her beauty more. Few dark tresses plastered against her snowy cheek and neck, her dark cloudy hair resting carelessly on her one shoulder and reaching till her knees. The chunnari she was wearing yesterday was doing a good job of covering her midriff, but today. His adam's apple moved against his throat as his eyes landed on her waist which was now peeking from behind her transparent chunaari. The same transparent chunnari dragged on her choli, covering her bosom, and pinned on her left shoulder. The silky red Ghagra, studded with various glittering stones flowed down from her waist and again rested on her two tiny feet.

"Chlaien? ... go ...?"

He lifted his eyes to her face as he heard her say and all he could manage was a nod. He offered his arm to her as he came to stand beside her, and saw her dubious gaze lift at him. Taking her hand in his, which felt as soft and silky as it looked, he coiled it around his arm. "Come ..." he said, and started towards the door, his head held high.

Khushi tightened her fingers around her husband's arm and braced herself for the entirely new world she was going to step in.

Hope You all liked it! @Pinky.raizada, from whatever I had read and known, Viscounts are not heir of Dukes, its just a noble title given to a man who looks after counts and also handles judicial issues. The title was not even hereditary in many countries.

And you guys are always welcome to correct me if you think I have written something wrong, it will help me :)

@ArshiPriya, I loved your shayari/poem 😊 ..If someone wants to read , its on page no.14.

And as I sat to pen down this story, I realized that I can't complete it in three shots, so now its converted into small SS, may be 7-8 parts :)

Its amazing to read abt sth that has got more of naturalness and very much innocense.

Even better
No longer three shots
Patience is a virtue
And it seems due to khushi he is gonna practice that virtue
Ahhh jenny my dear
Didn't you know what you were getting into
That you weren't gonna be. More
Seems she didn't
He isn't some thing
That she is marking territory for
But a this woman is not gonna let go of him so easily
No its not his wife that is making him back off
He was gonna do so eventually
But due to his marriage well he broke it off earlier
Hmm.one wonder how khushi will cope with this man
Though she will have to he is her hubby
Even our duke knows so
Oh my she is in his dreams too
Wow one night and this much effect
She is his responsibility
But she will be more than that I hope
Not so soon though
Awww she wanted to know how to run a bath
Well how will she know right
Even he didn't when he went to India
Bless she was having fun. There
She is such cute child
Seems she wasn't able to enjoy her life like others
Were khushi and her family rich I wonder
Not in comparison with him
But still guess we will know and soon
Dude the language barrier well something can be done
Am sure you can afford a tutor right
She will be the death of him
No really
This will be fun to read
Kusi and her angrezi babu
Haiyye kya baat hai
Everything is new for them
Let's see how they cope

Very nice update. . . It's going to be tuff for Khushi to adjust but arnav being so supportive. .I'm sure she'll learn quickly. ..

Awesome..